“She thought me dead, and—this is brutal to repeat to you, Helen.”
“No, no—go on!”
“Why, she said she loved me—that is all.”
“But you were unconscious, Jack—you did not know what was happening.”
“Not then, but later. It came to me yesterday, while lying on the couch,—almost as in a vision. I spoke to the doctor about it, and he said that sometimes such things do happen. If you had not told me what you did I probably should have thought it nothing but an uncomfortable dream, but as it was, of course I understood.”
“Are you sure now that it was no dream?”
“Yes; I questioned Miss Thayer about some of the details—not the most vital ones, of course—and she corroborated them. But telling you all this will only make matters worse.”
“No, Jack; I know about it already. Inez has told me everything, and the poor girl is distracted. I am glad that at last you are convinced.”
“You knew all this?” He looked at her in amazement. “You knew it, and have let her stay here?”
“It is right that she should remain,” Helen answered, firmly.